Peng Shanshan's father liked collecting.
This alchemy furnace was said to have been used by the Qi Refinement Warriors of the Pre-Qin Dynasty.
However, after it was kept at home, it had always been a decoration.
This time, his great-grandfather mentioned it…
Peng Shanshan thought about it and nodded." I'll ask Dad. If it's okay, I'll send it to you immediately."”
Finally, before hanging up the phone…
" Grandpa, you're already more than a hundred years old," Peng Shanshan asked with concern." You shouldn't go hiking too often outside, much less engage in wilderness survival. Are you in the dormitory now?"”
Peng Chunzu was in a very good mood after solving the problem of the gift.
He casually placed a piece of firewood into the bonfire in front of him.
"Which dormitory?" I'm at the herb mountain now. It's too late to pick herbs, so I might as well stay on the mountain for the night.”
"Shanshan, the method you taught me to start a fire by drilling wood is really useful. I can start a fire in ten minutes at most…"
"But what teacher said is true. We cultivators eat the clouds and drink the dew. We live in seclusion in the mountains. We really need to master one or two survival skills…"
" You don't have to worry about my health…After joining the school, I'll take a bath every day. I'm very healthy now. Your grandfather's health might not be as good as mine…"
Peng Shanshan's grandfather was also Peng Chunzu's son.
Eighty-one years old this year…
Peng Shanshan was speechless.
She hung up the phone with a complicated expression.
He sighed helplessly.
However, she did not forget what her great-grandfather had told her.
"Dad, isn't Teacher's Day coming soon?" Great-grandfather said he wanted to give Teacher a gift…"
……
It was Teacher's Day this time.
All the major specializations were secretly preparing gifts for Qin Mu.
Of course, Zhang Qingyuan was also prepared.
Moreover, as a member of the sword control system.
He…
He had already successfully obtained a spiritual sword in the Sword Burial Valley and successfully made it recognize him as its master.
This made the other students of the sword control faculty crave it.
The other nine students lived in the Sword Burial Valley almost every day.
Even though they would scream every night in the Sword Burial Valley…
"Old Song, did your son prepare materials for you?”
"Old Lu, do you have so many items used by Qi Refinement Warriors?”
In a dormitory, Zhang Qingyuan found out about the gifts from his other two roommates…
He suddenly felt that the gift he had prepared was not presentable.
After some hesitation…
He picked up the old phone.
She dialed her eldest son's number.
"Hello? Dad, is it about the gift again?"
On the other end of the phone, his eldest son was about to cry.
Previously, they had racked their brains to prepare a gift for him.
He asked someone to help him create a very exquisite sword model.
But suddenly…
Zhang Qingyuan said that he wanted to change the gift.
"Dad, what do you want to change?”
Clenching his teeth, the eldest son summoned the seven siblings to help him give suggestions.
Zhang Qingyuan avoided his two roommates and sneaked into the bathroom. He said,"Isn't Second working at the archaeological excavation site? I heard from him yesterday that they opened a tomb from the Shang and Zhou Dynasties…"
" Ask him to look for something like a bronze sword. If he does, send it to me secretly…"
The eldest son was speechless.
Good heavens.
This was the rhythm of sending their entire family in.
After hearing this.
Everyone looked at Second Brother.
Second Brother quickly snatched the phone and was about to cry."Dad, I've been working at the archaeological excavation site for decades before I was promoted to the person-in-charge. It's not easy.”
He was so scared that his legs went weak.
Ever since his father went to cultivate…
Their family had never had a peaceful life.
He was always on tenterhooks.
He was clearly cultivating, but he actually went to the school to help dig a grave.
Digging graves was one thing…
Now, he was actually instigating him to steal archaeological relics…
If he wasn't his biological father, he wouldn't do such a thing!
"Dad, why don't you change your request? Other than this request, we'll agree to all your other requests!”
Seeing that Zhang Qingyuan didn't say anything on the other end of the phone, the boss quickly said.
"Yeah, didn't you sign up for the sword control system?" Second Brother immediately agreed. When you're done, I'll definitely drive you to the highest cliff and let you practice flying swords!”
Zhang Qingyuan was speechless.
He also knew that his request was a little too much.
After all, they were his biological children.
If he really sent them all in, he couldn't bear to do it.
Sighing, Zhang Qingyuan gave up on this dangerous idea.""Forget it, forget it. I'll just give you the gift from before.”
On the other end of the phone.
When the seven siblings heard that their father had given up on this dangerous idea, they heaved a sigh of relief.
Only then did she relax.
"Dad, it's getting late. If you have nothing to do, you should rest early.”
Wiping the cold sweat off his forehead, the eldest son said carefully.
Zhang Qingyuan nodded." You guys rest early too. I'll go to the graveyard and see if I can dig up anything good as a Teacher's Day gift."”
After saying that, he hung up the phone.
The eldest son was speechless.
The seven siblings looked at each other.
He then looked at the clock hanging on the wall of the room.
It pointed at midnight.
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